Marooned on a Mud Planet - Chapter 1
By James Allen – allenjecoupon@gmail.com
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Marooned on a Mud Planet
Chapter 1
The Company had hired Jake as pilot and Bill as engineer for a straightforward mission: hyper-jump to this system, survey the planet, and deploy six automated mining platforms. The two men had been working together for several years, but their third crewmate, Kevin, was new to the team. Assigned by the Company, as their mission specialist, his job was to ensure that once the platforms were on the ground, they were operational. The men would never have to set foot on the planet. Including travel time, the whole job was supposed to take three, maybe four, months.
The mining platforms were each housed in an autonomous descent vehicle that would carry them down to their various landing sites on the planet. Having completed the surveys, Bill initiated the automated deployment sequencer that would launch the platforms. The first two vehicles performed flawlessly. With the third, however, an alarm sounded and warning lights flashed on the control panel.
"Damn", spat Bill. "Two of the docking clamps on Number-3 aren't releasing." He worked quickly at his console to correct the problem. "Something's wrong; I can't get it to release."
"Jettison it!" ordered Jake.
Bill attempted to jettison the platform manually by firing the explosive bolts within the docking clamps, but those failed too.
"I can't blow the platform" he yelled over the alarms. "The deployment sequencer is not responding. I'll try..." was all he got out before all hell broke loose.
The ship began to shudder fiercely. "Fuck! Number-3's firing up for deorbit!" yelled Jake. The still-attached descent vehicle was firing its retro-rockets which were meant to push it out of orbit, but now, it was dragging the ship with it. New alarms sounded as the ship's orbit destabilized. As Jake struggled to control the ship, Bill frantically tried to shut down the deployment sequencer.
A panicked Kevin got stuck his head through the cockpit door and yelled, "What's going on?"
To their horror, platform Number-4 tried to deploy too, but suffered the same fate, its rockets pushing the ship even faster toward the planet. "Hang on!" yelled Jake as he fought with the controls and they plummeted downward. The ship suddenly lurched violently into an uncontrollable spin, knocking the men unconscious. Further into the atmosphere, wind shear tore away the two malfunctioning platforms, sending them spinning crazily out of control until they disintegrated in the atmosphere.
Freed of the malfunctioning cargo, the ship's automated emergency control system was able to stabilize their harrowing descent enough to ensure a rough, but survivable, crash landing. On awakening, the men were shaken and bruised, but not seriously injured.
Now, over a month later, they were still stuck on this hot, mud-ball of a planet. Jake glanced up at the damaged ship; it would still be several months, he figured, before it was patched up enough to get them home.
He surveyed the mostly barren landscape with its gently rolling, muddy brown hills, a primordial world. Algae and aquatic plants thrived in the nearby stream and lake. A few types of plants had evolved sturdier stems and grew on land, venturing from their original watery homes. Jake and his two companions had seen a few fish-like creatures swimming around and crustaceans clinging to rocks in the nearby lake. These proved to be pretty tasty. But they hadn't seen many land animals, squiggly worms occasionally, but nothing more. Jake supposed that was for the best.
It was mostly a warm, sunny place, but rain came frequently, every four or five days. Fortunately, the rain only lasted twenty minutes or so before the sun returned. On several occasions, it had rained thin, slimy mud — a phenomenon they couldn't explain. Most likely it was tied to some strange geologic or climatic interaction. It left everything coated in a slippery mess until the next cleansing freshwater rain washed much of it away. Medical scans revealed that the mud was rich in organic compounds and prebiotic chemicals, but thankfully, it wasn't harmful to humans.
After a few weeks passed, they'd gotten used to going without clothes. With the heat, the mud and the rain, it was easier. Skin could be washed and dried a lot quicker than fabric. Kevin had resisted the longest, wearing his work pants even when soaked. When he finally gave in, Jake and Bill understood his reluctance. He was... well-endowed, and self-conscious about it. He knew they'd tease him, and with their growing comradery, they did.
During their descent, the final two platforms had successfully launched on their own. One had landed just a few kilometers from the ship; the other was emitting weak radio signals from over 30 kilometers away. The crew salvaged parts from the closest one to repair the ship, working methodically and testing each fix and patch with care. Jake and Bill, more familiar with the ship's structure and systems, handled most of the repairs. Kevin helped where he could with the repairs and took on foraging food to supplement their ship's rations, meal preparation, and other domestic chores. This routine filled their days, but there was also downtime while tests ran, or code compiled.
One afternoon, Bill needed a bit of a break and wandered from camp toward the lake. Cresting a small rise, he saw Kevin laying in a patch of green not far from the lake. Kevin had one hand behind his head, propping it up as he watched his other hand stroking his big, erect cock. Bill smiled; he'd been seeking some private time himself. His arousal quickened as he descended the slope.
A few meters away, he squatted in the warm mud and began playing with his own dick. Kevin, lost in his own world, didn't notice and continued slowly running his hand up and down his cock. Admiring the size of Kevin's rod, Bill thought Kevin was a lucky man. Hoping for some interactive fun, Bill cleared his throat softly. "Hey Kev, lookin' good. Mind a little company?"
Kevin yelped, flipping onto his stomach to conceal himself. "Jees, you scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry," Bill said. "Didn't mean to intrude. But seriously, want some company? I'm feeling a little... restless myself."
Kevin rolled onto his side, sitting up, his gaze sweeping over his now mud-caked chest, stomach, and... well, everything. He considered the offer. He liked Bill and Jake; they were good men, and they'd gotten along well since the crash. "Sure," he said. "Come on over. Careful, the ground is slick as hell."
Kevin's hand returned to his still-aroused member as he watched Bill walk the toward him, Bill's hard dick swaying as he moved. As Bill started to squat next to Kevin, he slipped, his leg shooting out from under him. He grabbed Kevin's muscled shoulder, but it was slick with mud too. Bill lost his grip and continued to topple into Kevin, finally landing sprawled out between Kevin's legs.
They both burst out laughing. "Well, that could've been more graceful," Bill quipped, pushing himself up onto his knees, now straddling one of Kevin's legs.
"Maybe a bit," Kevin replied, a grin still on his face.
"Now, what were we doing?" Bill joked, taking hold of his own mud-covered cock and beginning to stroke it. The slick mud provided an unexpectedly good lubricant.
"Right." Kevin sighed, propping himself up on one hand and stroking his cock with the other.
They watched each other stroke themselves and grew more aroused. Kevin was younger, taller, and more muscular than Bill or Jake, who were built lean and toned, not overtly muscular.
Bill ran a hand over the mud-matted hair on his stomach as he stroked himself, watching Kevin's hand move rhythmically on his own cock. Kevin gently raised the knee of the leg Bill was straddling, pressing it firmly against Bill's groin behind his balls. Bill grunted in pleasure, grinding against Kevin's knee. His orgasm building faster with this new sensation, Bill gasped, "I'm getting close," and worked his cock.
"Give me a second to catch up," Kevin grunted, scooping up more mud and increasing his pace, pumping is penis faster and harder.
Both men were panting with their efforts. In sync now, they grunted husky-voiced encouragements to each other.
With a loud, growling moan, Bill came first. Grinding his balls hard against Kevin's knee, his first two shots of cum flew onto Kevin's muddy chest, the next two landed on his stomach. The remainder flowed over his hand and got worked into the mud on his rod.
Feeling Bill's cum hit his body sent Kevin over the edge. With a grimaced face, his balls pulled up close to his body and his own cum gushed out of him, his furiously pumping hand sent his jizz flying in all directions. Spent, he let out a sigh and collapsed back in the mud breathing heavily.
Bill leaned forward, gently lowering himself onto Kevin, their cocks pressed between their firm bellies. Kevin's hands found Bill's sides and held him close. Bill shifted slightly, creating aftershocks of pleasure in their still-sensitive cocks causing both men grunt and shudder.
Kevin looked into Bill's eyes. "Wow," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "Thanks. I needed that more than I thought."
Bill leaned down, and cradling the back of Kevin's head, kissed him gently and long on the mouth. "My unexpected pleasure," he replied returning the smile.
Kevin, pleasantly surprised by this intimacy, ran his hands slowly up and down Bill's flanks and then around his back to firmly knead his butt. Then, with a playful shove, he rolled them both over, pinning Bill beneath him. He gave Bill a quick peck on the lips. "We should probably clean up," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
Kevin stood, offering a hand to Bill and hauling him off the ground. Both men were muddy and grinning.
From the direction of the ship, a round of applause broke the silence. They turned to see Jake, whose own dick was covered in mud and dripping sperm. Laughing, Jake said, "Nice show, gentlemen!"
"Well, it looks like you enjoyed it." Bill retorted, laughing.
Jake grinned, walking toward them. "I did. But next time, I'm joining in." He draped an arm around each of their waists as they walked toward the lake. It occurred to Jake that being stranded here for a while might not be so bad after all.
(to be continued)